7. Chapter 7

W e chatted over our breakfast. The man across from me, who you would never be able to guess was anything but human, told me about his shelled form . It was so hard to fathom, but I would love to see it, to see him, with my own eyes. Him . Fuck, I needed something to call him, and he was trusting me to pick out a name. It was a huge responsibility and names were so personal. I racked my brain, trying to think of something for him.

He was too unique, too incredible to be a Gary, Dylan, Bob, or Steve. He was beautiful. His brown hair was such a lovely contrast to his fair skin. What would he look like in his hybrid form? I had a faint recollection of his touch underwater, but all I could see was his face and the brown hair flowing around him with the motion of the ocean. No, certainly not a Michael or John, either .

“I migrate at different times of the year. With the cooler waters along the coast in the winter, this area has been a part of my annual migration for a long time now, but particularly in the last eight years.” He lifted his face to look at me with those big, beautiful brown eyes and wore a soft smile.

Eight years . Since my accident. He said he’d been searching for someone and he found him. Found me. With all the places he could go, the oceans he could explore, he chose to come back here every winter… looking for me. It was a bit of a mind-fuck, to be honest, but a good one.

What would it be like, though? To get to see places most people never would? Sure, there were submarines and equipment that could be used to observe and learn more about the depths below, but this person across from me had seen it, lived it, without any tools, just as himself. He was an utter marvel.

My eyes went wide as a story came to mind. I slammed my hand on the table, making him jump. “I’ve got it!”

The beauty across from me leaned forward slightly, though I could see the surprise still etched in his face. “You got what?”

“A name! I think I found a name for you.”

His eyes twinkled with excitement. “Oh? And what will you call me, Cory?”

I sucked on my teeth, second-guessing myself. “I don’t know. This might seem silly. ”

He scooted his chair closer to mine and looked up at me. “I don’t think it could be silly if you picked it.”

God, he was so trusting of me, and I wanted so badly to be worthy of the way he looked at me. “Well, there’s this story, a book. It’s old—like almost two hundred years old. It was about a man with a submarine, you know, a ship that can dive deep into the water?”

“Yes, I’ve seen them.” He tilted his head as he listened.

“Well, his ship was called The Nautilus! Nautilus, like you! See? And this was a famous ship because it was written long before we had the technology for it, so it’s always had this sort of mysterious and exciting feel to it. Anyway, the captain of the ship was named Captain Nemo. Nautilus, Nemo, see?”

“Ne-mo?” He said the name carefully, and I felt foolish all over again. It should have been something I kept to myself, except now that I’d said it, I couldn’t think of any other name; they all simply fell out of my head, gone. What are names? Still, I didn’t want him to feel stuck with something he didn’t like.

“You don’t have to use it if you don’t like it. I can keep trying to think of something else.”

He slid closer to me and turned in his chair until his knee brushed against my thigh. A playful grin stretched his lips. “Do you think I am mysterious and exciting, Cory? ”

My gaze locked onto those lips, wishing I could taste them, to feel them against my own. I swallowed hard before lifting my eyes to meet his. “Yes. Very much so.”

“I like it. Nemo. Ne-mo.” He repeated the name a few times.

“Are you sure? We can change it.”

He shook his head. “No. I don’t want to change it. You gave it to me. It’s a special gift, one that I am happy to receive. Thank you. Say it. Call me by my name.”

“Thank you for trusting me, Nemo.”

He made a soft hum in the back of his throat and he looked thoroughly pleased. It was his name. Now that it was out there, I couldn’t think of anything else that would fit. It was small and cute, just like him.

Unable to hold back from touching him any longer, I reached out and cupped his cheek. His eyes closed, and he leaned his head into my hand. Fuck, he looked so damn beautiful in that relaxed pose that I simply couldn’t resist.

I leaned toward him and brushed my lips across his. Nemo drew in a soft gasp and his eyes flew open. I moved back to put distance between us. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.”

Nemo shook his head frantically. “No. Don’t be sorry. You surprised me, but I would very much like to do that again.”

“Oh? Are you sure? ”

He leaned closer to me and tilted his head back, inviting me with those luscious lips. An invite I couldn’t refuse. I bent over him and lightly kissed him, waiting to see how he would respond. Nemo made that light humming sound again, making my body heat and my cock swell. I pressed deeper, moving my mouth over his, and he began to copy the motion, pushing against me in the same way. His light hum turned into a loud moan that was sexy as hell. I teased his lips with my tongue until he opened his mouth, and I explored it. He tasted like the ocean in a way that was nostalgic and new all at once.

When my tongue swept over his, the sensation had us both moaning. He opened his mouth wider, as if he wanted to swallow me, and I dove in, needing to get deeper, to crawl inside of him. My hands went around his waist, lifting him and pulling him to my lap. He came easily, letting me move his slight form. My arms folded around his back, and he felt so fucking perfect in my grip.

I hadn’t meant to get this carried away. A simple kiss was all I’d done at first. But he was intoxicating, and so very eager. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I recognized I should slow things down for him. If everything in the human world was new to him, was this too? My dick throbbed in my pants, loving the weight of him on me. My two heads were in battle, and luckily, the smarter one was just loud enough to give me pause. I ended the kiss and rested my forehead on his .

We both were breathing hard, and all I could think of was the fact that his ass was on my cock, and his own hard dick was pressed between our bellies. “Fuck! I’m sorry, Nemo. I got carried away. I didn’t mean for it to go so far.”

He answered by kissing me and when his own tongue pushed into my mouth, I couldn’t stop the loud groan that came out of me. I wasn’t certain if it was his first kiss, but damn, he was a quick learner. When I sucked on his tongue, imagining it was his cock, he gasped into my mouth and thrust his body against mine. I was going to fucking come in my pants like a teenager if we didn’t stop.

I squeezed his arm lightly, and he pulled back. Nemo’s eyes were hazy, and he grinned, looking blitzed out, and so incredibly hot like that. What would he look like if I fucked him into oblivion?

He threw his arms around my neck and stared up at me. “I’m not sorry, Cory. That was…I don’t know. I’ve thought about it for so long, but have never experienced that in this form, and it felt incredible.”

I bobbed my head. “It was incredible for me, too. Shit, you tasted amazing. It was hard to stop.”

“We don’t have to stop.” He grinned playfully. He squirmed on my lap, rubbing against my cock. “You are so hard, Cory. You must be very stimulated.”

I snorted and grabbed his hips to hold him still. “Nemo, please, you have to stop that. ”

He stuck his hand between us and grabbed his own cock through his white linen pants. “It’s okay, I’m very stimulated, too. You make my body feel like it’s on fire.”

I watched as he rubbed himself, wishing it was my hand on him, and breathed in deeply, trying to keep control. “We should wait. We barely know each other.”

“I may not know everything about you, but I know your heart. And you named me. A name is important, yes?”

I smiled and brushed my knuckles against his cheek. “Yes. It’s important. You do like it, though, right?”

He took my hand and kissed it. “Yes. I like it very much. Humans love celebrations, do they not? So, shouldn’t we mark this occasion? The day I became Nemo?”

I sighed, knowing I was helpless to resist him. It was so new and so fast and already he had sunk his hooks into me. Nemo. My Nemo. Dammit, I was so screwed.

He rubbed himself again. “Besides, it feels overwhelming, like I might combust if I don’t release the tension. If you don’t wish to help me, then I'll do it myself.”

The slight whine in his voice was my undoing. As much as I would have enjoyed watching him, I wanted to be the one to do it.

“Fucking hell, Nemo.” I stood up, lifting him with me. “Come with me.”

His expression fell for a minute before I took my jacket and shirt off over my head and walked toward my bed. I felt his eyes on me as I unzipped my pants and let them fall down my legs. Nemo was frozen in place as he stared at the rigid outline in my boxer briefs and licked his lips. A move that made my cock pulse, imagining his soft lips around it.

When he didn’t move, I returned to him and kissed him once. “If we get our clothes out of the way, we can enjoy ourselves and not have to worry about them. How does that sound?”

Nemo’s eyes sparkled. “Oh, yes. I rather like that idea.”

This was too easy, not that I was complaining. In fact, the opposite. I didn’t wake up this morning thinking I would be taking a tiny little twink to bed, but neither did I wake up thinking I would find the man whose face had lived in my dreams.

After helping him remove his shirt, Nemo leaned on me for balance and he stepped out of his pants. He was as naked as I’d found him earlier, only now I had permission to look without feeling pervy about it. He was stunning. Short, slim, and smooth all over, his cock hard and saluting. Absolute perfection.

“Wow, you are truly beautiful.”

He beamed. “Thank you. I think you are beautiful, Cory, but I would like to see your dick, too.”

I let out a laugh. He was so direct. Probably because he hadn’t been raised in the human world where people tended to dance around the things they wanted. Nemo knew what he wanted and didn’t have any problem saying so. It was refreshing, and perhaps a little amusing.

Happily obliging, I hooked my fingers into the waistband of my boxer briefs, pulling them down to let my cock free, and slid them down my legs, stepping out of them. The way he looked at me made me feel like a god, and damn, if that didn’t turn me the fuck on.

His hand stretched out, nearly touching me, but I grabbed it and led him to the bed. “Let’s lie down, little one. If we’re going to do this, I want to do it right.”

Nemo looked up at me. “Oh? Is there a right way?”

I shook my head. “No. The only right way is that everyone involved is consenting and enjoying themselves, but I want to show you there is more to it than simply relieving the tension.”

I laid down on my side and patted the bed. Nemo climbed into the bed and lay beside me. I pushed him until he was flat on his back, and I hooked my bad knee over his to hold him in place. It was also an easier angle that didn’t put pressure on it. I brushed his hair aside and leaned over him.

“If there’s anything you don’t like, you can tell me to stop and I will, understood?”

Nemo bobbed his head, eyes bright with eagerness. “I don’t think there’s anything you could do that I wouldn’t like.”

I leaned over and kissed his nose. “Still, you tell me, okay? ”

“I will.” His voice came out in a whisper as his attention was locked onto me, hovering above his face.

Those perfect, soft lips of his called to me, and I kissed him. Lightly at first, but then Nemo’s hand went to the back of my head and pulled me closer, as he opened his mouth for me. Our tongues collided, just as intoxicating as it had been at the table. With our mouths locked together and the wonderful sounds coming from him, I let my hand trail down his neck, over his collarbone, down his arm. With each brush of my fingers, it added to the moans and gasps that came from him. I loved how responsive he was.

I pulled back, but didn’t stop touching his skin. “Have you ever been touched in this form, Nemo?”

A quick shake of his head. “No. It feels incredible. Every sense is heightened like this and I want more. Don’t stop, please.”

He begged as if he’d been tortured, and I’d barely touched him yet. I couldn’t wait to see how he would react to…further exploration. I continued kissing him and letting my hand learn the landscape of his body, as I traced up his arm again and moved to his chest. When I circled his nipple, he gasped, making a smile stretch across my lips. I caught his cock twitching out of the corner of my eye, and as much as I was ready to take him in hand, I wanted to take my time.

“See…getting off isn’t always just about the deed itself. Sometimes, it’s about the build-up, too. About spending time together and learning what your partner likes. There is so much more to it than simply relieving the tension.”

“Yes. More. Can I touch you, too, Cory, please?”

“Yes. You can touch me anywhere you want.”

Our mouths met again, and I felt his hand slide over my hip. His touch was electric, hesitant at first, but then he gripped my side, and I hummed into him. We were all hands and tongues, and it felt amazing. He felt amazing. My cock ached, but I ignored it for now, wanting to savor his pleasure.

My fingers brushed beneath his belly button, and I felt his cock jump, his head brushing against my hand, leaving a streak of wetness behind. He let out a squeak in surprise, one that I swallowed.

Where there would normally be a nest of curls, he was smooth and soft, and it was strangely exciting. I traced around the base of his cock, making him moan in desperation as his hips thrust, trying to get my attention.

I lifted my head up to look at him, loving how glazed over his brown eyes seemed. “Do you want me to continue?”

“I think if you don’t, I might die.”

I snorted and kissed his nose again. “I can’t have that.”

Wrapping my hand around his cock, Nemo grabbed my shoulder tight, and his body went tense. “Oh! Oh my! That feels much different from my own hand. ”

My lips quirked to the side in amusement. “Good different or bad different?”

“Good, so good. I feel like I’m going to rip apart.” His airy words came in a panicked tone.

“Hang in there, just a little longer.” I kissed him again and slowly stroked up his shaft. He drew in a deep breath and clung to me as if I was the only thing keeping him afloat. Again, I pumped up and down. Nemo was so hard, I knew he was riding the edge and about to tip over it. His reaction and feeling him in my hand was pushing me right along with him. I rolled my hips toward him until my cock rubbed against his hip.

I no longer kissed him and simply watched his face contort with pleasure, loving all the sounds that huffed from him. Another couple strokes, and he erupted in my hand, coating us both in his release.

Nemo’s body was stiff, and his mouth hung open in an O as his chest heaved, trying to catch his breath.

“Shh. It’s okay. Just breathe. You’re okay.” I pumped my hand slowly once more before releasing my grip on him. I was nearly there myself, but right now I was too enraptured by the beauty at my side, looking so completely and beautifully mind-blown and blitzed out. His mouth relaxed, and I pressed a soft kiss on it.

Sliding my leg off his, I laid down beside him, taking in the view. Absolutely breathtaking. Nemo let out a long sigh before turning to face me and sliding his body closer to mine. He wore a half-smile on his face and his eyelids looked heavy, bliss taking him over.

“Are you glad we prolonged it?”

“Mmm.” He nuzzled his head closer, tucking it beneath my chin. “Yes. It was far better than when I do it myself. I didn’t know it could be like that.”

“Yes. There’s a lot more to try, too. But not now. Now you can just rest.”

I tucked an arm under his neck and held him to me. “I want to make you feel like that, too, Cory.”

“Don’t worry about me. Bringing you pleasure was very enjoyable. Happy Name Day, Nemo.” I kissed the top of his head.

“Thank you for naming me.” He let out a yawn. When he spoke again, his words came out in a hushed tone, and I could practically feel his smile against my throat. “I’m so lucky to have such a caring mate.”

I felt his body relax against mine and his breathing slow. We were both sticky, but I didn’t care. We could clean up later. Right now, I couldn’t imagine anything greater in the world than holding him in my arms and how perfect he felt. Now that I had him, I never wanted to let go.